How different it looks,
day to night, night to day,
as I see it for myself
for the first time, the tall
spire arrowing into the sky,
a iron-and-steel tribute
to what was that awful
year when you disappeared
in a whoosh six months
before the planes took
their tragic dives here
and in two other places
burned forever into our
collective memory—
as you are in mine,
standing tall, gleaming
in sun, glowing with
an unearthly light
at night, reminders of
how it used to be
when we used to be
us.
Güd wrtr 
Little stanzas conveying so much about loss, close and closer. Thank you again, CA Jan
TX Jan
Transformational Coach, ICF ACC Certified Deep Coaching Practitioner Affiliate Amherst Writers and Artists Writing Group Leader Wildasswriters http://www.janetjohnstoncoaching.com
Thank you, Jan! Much appreciated!
very powerful and sobering. I am sorry for your loss.
Thank you, Amrita… this is about my late husband, who died in March 2001. What a year!
Yes, I assumed that was who it was. Long ago, but still a powerful loss that deserves acknowledging….